it must be because i could hear the rain all night last night in my sleep, but i dreamt i was stuck in Toronto because of heavy flooding.

it was probably raining everywhere, because the phone lines appeared to be down and the cell phones weren't working due to over-use of the system. so i finally get through on some frequency only to have an operator tell me that i can't use that line because it's only for authorized individuals.

and i told her that was me because i'm the acting police chief of London, Ontario.

I'll watch it. My phone service has been so spotty the past 2 days, due to weather and location, so I can only watch when I have a break in thick cloud cover. It's too slow otherwise.

I was thinking parkour is almost like a modern day flying, as far as symbolism goes. Part running, jumping and soaring. Nifty.

And the ring was beautiful. I loved it, and hated parting with it the day I sold it. No way I could ever afford something like that, so someone might as well enjoy it. Luckily no one purchased my second favorite, while I was there. A long aquamarine beaded necklace. The cut on each bead was so beautiful and they all sparkled. Sigh. $800. I still want that necklace.

Last night I dreamt about my cousin leaving his wife, for two different women. It was two different dreams, and IRL his wife is great friends with both. My cousin was actually in a long relationship with one, many years ago. My cousin in law was hysterical, and so was there toddler. It was pretty sad.

I also had dreams about attending a wedding, perhaps. I Some type of large function that involved my cousin who left his wife, and I had to stay in a creepy insane asylum/nursing home. It was the only place large enough to house all the guests and we were on the floor with the nursing home. Some weird guy kept following me to the showers which where stained with what looked like blood.

That was odd.

Worn out iPhone. Need I say more?

When I hear terms like "hipster" I think, who told cliques they could leave high school??

the first one reminded me of scenes straight out of 1984 or Mockingjay...

i was trying to escape from people trying to catch me, hiding in a closed store at night. the soldiers or police were shouting to each other that the resistance members would try to use the crowd in the square to hide and they had to be careful not to let them get away.

somehow i found myself outside on the edge of a crowd of people watching a modern dress performance of Jesus Christ Superstar. i could see the police watching the crowd, so i just joined the actors on the stage and started singing along with them. a few of them looked at me strangely, but no one gave me away and i got "backstage" to the building they were using as a dressing room. i ran through the building and found myself in an office where a woman i used to work with was working and i told her i needed to get out of the city fast.

she took me outside where it was now daylight to a station where they had flying bus and taxi transports. we sat in one of the taxis, we were in front of the driver instead of behind, and took off.

as we were flying across the square, the police spotted us and shot our driver. the flying taxi literally spiralled down and i woke up as we hit the ground.

*shudder*

when i got myself back to sleep, i found myself with my mother making tea in the kitchen of a place we lived in over 30 years ago. i took the tea out to the living room where we had 3 refugees from some non-existent country sitting on the sofa. the only one who spoke English told us he needed to contact his cousin who lives in Toronto.

we looked the cousin up in the phone book and his name was there, but the phone number was strange and when we dialed it, it reached a prison in Mexico. after we hung up the phone, the young man told me he needed to get a message to President Obama. the president just happened to be coming to Toronto that day.

the next thing i knew, we were both all dressed up waiting at the auditorium where the president was speaking. we saw the entourage come in and the young man went over to them. he said something to one of them and the person looked alarmed and then hurried him off. i went to follow, but a secret service person shook his head at me and pointed at the door to the auditorium.

i went inside and found a seat next to some journalists. they were all trying to figure out what the president was going to talk about. suddenly another woman runs up to us and says that the speech is being moved to another location. she looks at me and says they don't know where it is because they're from out of town and can i help them find the Eaton Auditorium.

we all run out to their car and we're out in the country someplace. we start driving to the city on back country roads and we reach a crossroads where there's a store. one of the women says we have to stop, she's feeling dizzy and we pull up and she runs inside. the other two women ask me if i know where this place is.

i have to tell them i've never heard of it just as the other woman comes back to the car. we start driving again and i'm texting my friend Melissa asking her to tell me where the Eaton Auditorium is. the sun is setting *very* quickly as we reach the city. Melissa sends back a message saying she's never heard of the place and how soon do i need to know. i text back that she has one hour.

it's now dark and foggy and i have no idea what city this is. we drive down one street and there's a big convention centre and hotel on our left and i tell the person driving to pull in there. when we reach the parking lot, we all jump out and start heading in different directions to look for this place for the speech.

i go out through a door and it's daylight again. the door exits through a laneway where the convention centre is on one side and there are apartments with their balconies hanging over this laneway. i weave through the balcony supports out to the street.

across the street is a restaurant in a big, old Victorian house with a round porch out front. the porch has been enclosed to provide more seating. i run inside and ask everyone where the Eaton Auditorium is. the bartender tells me i'm in the wrong place and points out the other door.

--I'm located in Western PA.
--I found NC in late 2004, CG since 2-2005, started going grey in late 2005.
--My hair is 3B with some 3A, texture-medium/fine, porosity-normal except for the ends which are porous, elasticity-normal.
--My long time favorite products are Suave & VO5 conditioners, LA Looks Sport Gel, oils, honey, vinegar.
--My CG and grey hair progress -- http://www.naturallycurly.com/curlta...-progress.html

Wow, such dramatic dreams! The first one especially sounds like the kind I'd wake up from like, "Wow, that was scary! ...I hope I have another one just like it." The strong refugee theme is interesting, too. I join Fifi in being fascinated by the things that carry through to other dreams.

Last night I dreamed I came on here and everyone was posting comments on the Say it I Dare You thread saying how awful they thought I was and why did I post such an awful picture and so many mean things. And of course I hadn't posted the pic, some sort of NC glitch, and I was SO PISSED that after all these years here no one stopped to think that maybe I didn't post the pic or thought to PM me and tell me maybe something was wrong. I don't even know what the pic was. I was still so mad when I woke up I really wanted to delete my whole account. : )

--I'm located in Western PA.
--I found NC in late 2004, CG since 2-2005, started going grey in late 2005.
--My hair is 3B with some 3A, texture-medium/fine, porosity-normal except for the ends which are porous, elasticity-normal.
--My long time favorite products are Suave & VO5 conditioners, LA Looks Sport Gel, oils, honey, vinegar.
--My CG and grey hair progress -- http://www.naturallycurly.com/curlta...-progress.html

Rou, now that's an eyelid movie Packed full of interesting and intriguing.

And might I say, Viva La Resistance!

Aw, Jeep. Being completely misunderstood by people you like and thought halfway knew and liked you, in a place you like... that's no fun. I hate waking up and feeing like I need to do something because of my dream.

The End is Nigh...

Would sum up my dream last night. It was very apocalyptic. I was running around helping set up some make shift communications centers, with my shift supervisor, after some type of catastrophic event. It was mainly to communicate with other members of emergency services. I remember thinking not having to answer 911 lines in this situation was at least one good thing. I in no way wanted to deal with the remaining general public over a telephone.

Someone was scouting structurally sound locations for us and these make shift communication centers were hidden in buildings full of bats and rats and roaches. We had paper, pens and 2 pieces of equipment that actually functioned. Hand held radios/walkie talkies.

Everything was bombed out, covered in dirt and ash, dark and the people I saw were hiding wherever they could find shelter.

We got settled into an auto mechanic's garage. Some woman was standing outside of the door, talking absolutely out of her mind, as we shut it. I felt horrible but we were told not to allow anyone in. It was a matter of safety and security. I woke up after that.

Worn out iPhone. Need I say more?

I wish my phone would freeze up, after a phone call, when I'm trying to post Here's hoping this works...

When I hear terms like "hipster" I think, who told cliques they could leave high school??

I just happened to think... That is the first time I've dreamed about doing a work related task in years. I used to dream about doing my job, non stop, when I first started. I would wake up answering the radio in my sleep. "10-4, 10-10, 10-12, Copy 10-43/passing the old sawmill." Oh go away!!! But the dreams were exciting and full of chases, etc...

Now it's dark, depressing and bleak.

Worn out iPhone. Need I say more?

When I hear terms like "hipster" I think, who told cliques they could leave high school??

Recently I had a dream that I owned a cheese house and throughout the whole entire dream I was trying to find a trust-worthy mortician to preserve my house... It ended with my home falling apart and the poor mortician was swallowed by it's cheesy goodness...

I once had a dream that I collected ears and my brother, who had very large ears as a child, asked me to search for his childhood ears... I spent the entire dream trying to put my make-up on, just so I could leave my house and search for his ears. There were so many distractions keeping me to putting on my make-up, so I failed his request.

--I'm located in Western PA.
--I found NC in late 2004, CG since 2-2005, started going grey in late 2005.
--My hair is 3B with some 3A, texture-medium/fine, porosity-normal except for the ends which are porous, elasticity-normal.
--My long time favorite products are Suave & VO5 conditioners, LA Looks Sport Gel, oils, honey, vinegar.
--My CG and grey hair progress -- http://www.naturallycurly.com/curlta...-progress.html

I was a little girl again and I was kidnapped. I was always locked in one room and years passed. after i grow up, one of the kidnappers brings in some dude to look after me because they have to leave for some business. The guy tells me they plan to sell me to the highest bidder. He wants to save me. A bunch of stuff happens and I end up falling in love with him. The kidnappers comes in to catch us in bed together and drag him away. the one kidnapper tries to drag me off so they can sell me but i find a knife and stab him in the throat. blood spews everywhere. i get out of the room and run down stairs to find the other kidnapper and the person who was going to buy me dead. the guy im in love with is also covered in blood. he killed them. We run out and he plans find my family.Running for our lives from corrupt cops and the kidnappers hitchmen, we see a news report that said my family had been trying to get help in finding me, but the kidnappers owned the law so they couldnt get help. my family finally got enough money to buy me, but my dad was killed when he came to buy me. I just started to cry and pushed the guy away. I ran outside to a cliff and he followed. I told him this couldnt be real and it had to be a dream. but dad cant be dead. and if i jumped off the cliff i would wake up. He started crying saying that it had to be real because he loved me so much. I told him I loved him too, and i will see him when i woke up. and i jumped. as soon as I left the cliff i woke up. i felt so said and heart broken. glad my dad is still alive and it was a dream, but i really felt like i left him behind, i hate those dreams where feeling get involved.

Tuesday night:

I needed some cash and ended up taken a job working on the Jersy Shore. i have never seen this show irl, but have seen and know of some of the characters. I hated it and the people was so annoying. Once the director gave me the camera to fit into a crawl space because everyone else was too big. They were getting sloopy drunk, having sex, and getting sick all over the place. After a while I couldnt take it anymore and went to quit. before I could, the show got cancelled and they gave me all this money to keep eveything i saw secret. i walked a way happy but scarred. The dream freaked me out, because I hope I wont have to resort to something like that to pay my bills.

Last night I was at a local bar called the Lighthouse that sits on the edge of the lake (I was actually there last evening so not so surprising that I dreamed about it). Johnny Dep walks in with a weird but cool looking guitar and starts playing it. He is looking fine. Then something on the guitar breaks so he stops playing and we have a little conversation. Don't know what about.
Then all the sudden I'm at a friend's house. K is an old lady that I've been kind of taking care of for years now. She lives at our local senior housing apartment building. So we're sitting on her patio and I look across the courtyard into the neighbor's place and there are a bunch of reptiles walking around that belong to the lady who lives there. Giant lizards and tortoises and things. Pretty cool. Then I look back into K's apartment and there is a huge wolf sitting there. So I pet him.
The end.

--I'm located in Western PA.
--I found NC in late 2004, CG since 2-2005, started going grey in late 2005.
--My hair is 3B with some 3A, texture-medium/fine, porosity-normal except for the ends which are porous, elasticity-normal.
--My long time favorite products are Suave & VO5 conditioners, LA Looks Sport Gel, oils, honey, vinegar.
--My CG and grey hair progress -- http://www.naturallycurly.com/curlta...-progress.html

So last night's dream was of the boyfriend and I are walking through the woods and along comes a huge bear. We manage to get away and are quickly walking along a stream. The boyfriend stops to get a drink and I walk on. I look back and behind him is a huge lion! I start yelling for him to run! He's not listening and I keep yelling his name.
I woke up loudly yelling "David!!". And of course the boyfriend woke up asking who David is since that's not his name. : )

--I'm located in Western PA.
--I found NC in late 2004, CG since 2-2005, started going grey in late 2005.
--My hair is 3B with some 3A, texture-medium/fine, porosity-normal except for the ends which are porous, elasticity-normal.
--My long time favorite products are Suave & VO5 conditioners, LA Looks Sport Gel, oils, honey, vinegar.
--My CG and grey hair progress -- http://www.naturallycurly.com/curlta...-progress.html

My most horrible dream is from my childhood. I was very young, maybe 7 or 8. I dreamed that I killed a man with a shovel. I hit him in the head with it over and over and over. It was a silent dream with no sound, but I remember thinking he must have been screaming. I woke up and felt so scared, so bad, thinking I was a horrible person. I also knew I could do it. I felt powerful and in control. That was even scarier to my child self.

I knew the man IRL. He was awful to me and my family.

My most realistic dream was as an adult. I had just had back surgery and had to sleep downstairs because me and my walker had not learned to maneuver steps yet. I dreamed my 4 year old son rolled out of his bed and broke his collarbone and was screaming in pain. I woke up frantic and helpless. I screamed and woke hubby. He went to check on K, but I wouldn't believe him when he came back and told me he was fine, that he was sound asleep and peaceful. I made him get me up the stairs so I could see for myself. Later, I realized he must have thought I was truly insane but he never mentioned it. My son was, of course, fine. I hate scary dreams about my kiddos!!!

last night i had some very strange, disjointed dreams that i can only remember bits and pieces of.

in one, i was waiting for a bus, and the bus stopped overlooked my grade school in my home town, but the bus stop was *indoors*, on a wide corridor in a building. when it arrived, i got on and the bus was wide, like a plane and there was a United Nations of people on it. i went to the back, where the seat was like a bus and i looked out the back and it was raining.

the bus stopped and i got off and i was in China!

the next thing i knew, i was sitting in a room with someone and we were filling out forms. strangely, the forms were for a bunch of you, my curl friends, and they were for various ways to get you in to Canada. i said to the person helping me at one point that we needed the transcripts for the university and with another, my assistant asked why the person's last name on one form was different than what we knew and i said that "she wasn't divorced yet and the name on the form had to match the passport."

^^ I hope I don't need transcripts from university to get into Canada! I didn't go to university! Oh no!
: )

--I'm located in Western PA.
--I found NC in late 2004, CG since 2-2005, started going grey in late 2005.
--My hair is 3B with some 3A, texture-medium/fine, porosity-normal except for the ends which are porous, elasticity-normal.
--My long time favorite products are Suave & VO5 conditioners, LA Looks Sport Gel, oils, honey, vinegar.
--My CG and grey hair progress -- http://www.naturallycurly.com/curlta...-progress.html

i was walking down a hall in a strange apartment building and gee, i was wearing BEAUTIFUL clothes!

i opened the door to one unit and walked in to a place that was all decorated in white and silver, the better to admire the view through the wrap-around windows.

it reminded me of photos i've seen of Stockholm or St. Petersburg, Russia or Venice, a city of islands; except this city had a church on an island apart from the main town, much like Mont. St. Michel off the coast of Normandy in France. to say that it was beautiful would be a huge understatement.

i poured a glass of wine and went to sit out on the balcony. the sky was clear and there was one of those weather phenomenon that allow you to clearly see to the other side of the lake or bay or narrow sea and i could see the outline of buildings dotted across the other side.

suddenly the door to the apartment opened and a group of people trooped in. i went and told them that i was borrowing this place from the owner and they should leave. and someone said that they knew that, but the owner said they could have a party. they were putting out food and wine on the table and sideboard and told me i could help myself and then proceeded to ignore me.

after a little while, one man must have felt sorry for me and comes out on the balcony to talk to me. i don't remember what we talked about.

Well, this one was not at all interesting or exciting.
In last night's dream I was at the Dollar General and on the checkout counter was a big pile of my favorite hand/body lotion. I was all excited because they don't sell it anymore.
The end.
And I was very disappointed when I woke up because I can't get that damn lotion anymore.

--I'm located in Western PA.
--I found NC in late 2004, CG since 2-2005, started going grey in late 2005.
--My hair is 3B with some 3A, texture-medium/fine, porosity-normal except for the ends which are porous, elasticity-normal.
--My long time favorite products are Suave & VO5 conditioners, LA Looks Sport Gel, oils, honey, vinegar.
--My CG and grey hair progress -- http://www.naturallycurly.com/curlta...-progress.html

I have some good ones...here goes nothin!:
1) many recurring dreams that I'm at school and not prepared, both high school and college(late, no locker combo, notes or answers to tests)
2) dreams with cats or serpents (cats normally lead me somewhere and serpents always get in my way or block me)
3) THIS IS A BIG ONE... I actually had a MUTUAL DREAM with an ex....Ironically he was awake when I shot out of this dream and proceeded to tell me my dream, which was also his; in a Greek or roman home. He was washing my feet in a private bathhouse. The sun was shining so bright through the home's window that u needed to squint. We had servants, but they left when we entered a circular room with a circular bed in the home. We were staring at each other...me on bottom and him on top when we woke up. Apparently we both woke up just before "things got physical"....so weird it's made me ponder the validity of past lives. Furthermore, I broke up with the guy when he asked me to marry him...something felt a little too familiar about his proposal...